A different sea

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I seem to be sort of reviewing past projects, and wondering how I might extend them in different directions. Diaryo ended up being a book of days, that is, the everyday details, the “news” of life (mine, more or less).

But now I recall that, initially, it was supposed to be about listening to the news on the television or radio—as heard from a distance. It was also about listening to people talking; and how the brain half-hears, and reinterprets these reports of daily life. Because nothing is ever exactly transcribed or understood in the way it was meant to be. Like a game of “telephone.” I was interested in what blooms from hearing/mishearing, and what happens to the urgency and drama of news as it warps into other meaning.

One looks at the project that was started, that you pushed in one direction—but that slowly, somehow, becomes warped, shaped to the hidden purposes of one’s emotions, thoughts, or god knows what other impulses; the undercurrents that move it out to a different sea altogether.